EVE
I was late. Not just a little late. And I'd made Emma late, too. She didn't complain, of course—Emma never did—but the guilt clung to me anyway.
We rushed into class just as the lecturer dropped the quiz papers on the desk. I caught Emma's eye, mouthing a desperate thank you. She winked, totally unbothered, like being two minutes from academic death was a lifestyle choice.
By the time it was over, I felt like I'd run a marathon in heels. The quiz went surprisingly okay—miracles do happen—and I walked out of the hall feeling lighter. I told Emma I'd move in later that evening. She smiled like it was nothing and said she'd be at her boyfriend's place tonight, then tossed me her extra key.
"Don't forget to water my sad-looking plant," she added.
I laughed. "That thing is
